Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.